Author's Note: This is pure fantasy. I like writing non-consent, but it needs to have at least a minimal amount of justification, rather than be pure abduction/rape. Also note that all my characters are eventually freed, although somewhat the worse for wear, at least in the short-term. There are nine chapters in this one, and I will submit them a couple of chapters at a time every day or so. Enjoy them (if this is your thing). Comments are welcome, and I have a thick skin.
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Chapter 5
Two days later, Carlotta nervously entered the playroom. The Master was already there, sitting in his usual chair. A box was beside the chair. "Come in Carlotta and have a seat on the mat there." Carlotta sat down on the indicated mat, still wondering what was going to happen to her today.
"One of the whole points of activities like ours is to force the victim to enjoy it at some sexual level and even climax despite the pain. It's not really much fun for me if it is just pure torture. From how wet you have gotten several times, I know that this could happen with you, but it is obviously not reaching the point of you actually climaxing. I was sure you would orgasm on the bike; after all, a rather large dildo was moving steadily in and out for quite a few minutes. Until you slowed down, there was no pain and even the initial shocks weren't very strong. You should have climaxed. At this point, my question is this. Have you ever really had an orgasm?"
"Of course I have," Carlotta answered hotly. "Master," she added quickly.
The Master shook his head sadly. "Carlotta, I have access to a lie detector and am quite proficient in its use. If you lie to me it will mean severe punishment, maybe even the stocks. So, one more time: Have you ever really had an orgasm?"
Carlotta hung her head, blushing. "I, I don't know for sure, maybe."
"If you don't know for sure, I can assure you the answer is 'No'. When you finally have an orgasm, you will not have any doubt. So our goal now is to get you used to having orgasms in a number of different ways. We'll start out with something simple," he said, reaching into the box. "This is called a butterfly. Stand up for a moment."
The Master buckled a strap around Carlotta's waist then ran additional straps between her legs and fastened them to the belt in back. This had the effect of securing the fairly flat device right over her clit and the top of her pussy. "Now lie down and get comfortable," he said, producing a cushion for her head. Carlotta did as she was told, still confused by the new, nice Master. "I'll leave your hands free so that you can move the butterfly around a bit if you want to." With that, he turned it on.
"Oh, God," Carlotta thought as the vibrations began to work their magic on her clit and pussy. No one had ever gone down on her before; she had never really spent any time pleasuring herself, and had certainly never used a vibrator. Sex had always been something she used to get what she wanted; sex itself had never been what she wanted. Now she had no choice but to experience the stimulation. After a few minutes, unable to help herself, she moved her hands to the butterfly, moving it around slightly to maximize its effect. Her tension grew. After another few minutes she felt like she couldn't take any more and was about to explode. She tried to remove the butterfly, but the Master stopped her.
"Leave it, Carlotta. Trust me, just this once."
With no choice, she did. After another minute or so, she was sure she would shatter any second. That's when it happened; she did shatter in a screaming orgasm unlike anything she had ever even imagined. The Master reached over and turned the butterfly off, as Carlotta lay there shuttering with the aftershocks of her first orgasm.
"See, I told you you would know if you had ever really had an orgasm," he said. "There are basically three different kinds of orgasm. This was a clitoral orgasm. After you have recovered, we will work on a vaginal orgasm. It is not quite as intense, but many women find it more satisfying. After that, we will try for a blended orgasm, combining the two. My female friends all say it is the best of the three, although sometimes a bit harder to achieve."
Unbelievably to Carlotta, the Master went over to the bar and returned with a small glass of champagne for her. She sipped it as she recovered. The Master waited patiently. When she was through, the Master asked her. "Are you ready to try for a different kind of climax?" Less apprehensive than normal, Carlotta nodded, not really trusting her voice.